A harvest moon was on the land when first I saw her face.
A sparkling drop of pure delight.
A rose in a desert place.
I gather now my thoughts and dwell upon those memories
and never from that day has one replaced the least of these.
Those eyes of clearest wonder buried deep inside my soul.
That voice full sweet as honey has been lost in my heart's hole.
The ghost of every moment takes a devastating toll.
But I will never leave behind this vision in my life.
Although I know my love shall only ever bring me strife.
About the Creator
PK Rankin
I am a father, husband, worker, traveler, philosopher, lifelong learner, and poet who believes that you can do anything you put your mind to. I am a lover of freedom, a respecter of life, an eclectic dreamer, and eternal optimist.
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Reverence for the Wild
In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall and the sunlight filters through the canopy in dappled patterns of gold and green, there dwells a poet whose words are as wild and untamed as the landscape that surrounds him. His name is Elias a man of quiet contemplation and boundless imagination, whose spirit roams free amidst the wonders of the natural world.
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